She was propping herself up from the bed, getting ready to stand up.
But the moment she moved, she was pulled back.
"Hey--"
Before Xiya had a chance to respond, her position had swapped with his.
Now she was below, and he was on top, pressing her down.
The man who had originally pretended to be drunk now was sober, watching her. The odor of male hormones mixed with the strong smell of wine hit her nostrils.
"Khan, what are you doing? Get off me," she demanded.
Xiya stared at the man straddling her; she knew he had been pretending to be drunk. She should never have gone to the bar to pick him up.
"Xiya, let's make up, okay?" Khan said softly, his legs clamping tightly around her struggling ones.
"There is truly nothing happening between her and I. Please, believe me."
Xiya gave a small snort and averted her gaze, answering calmly, "What happens between you two is none of my business. You can rekindle your old flame for all I care. Now, let me go."
She
